I'd like to write what life could be like, instead of what it is like. I guess I haven't figured out enough on how to live to the best of my abilities to be able to be metaphorical or use similes about this apparent reality called "life" around me.

(On sleep) Is it just the interval of life rudely interrupted by the static of having to please the boss at home or the one at the office or is it the waking state of cosmic beings where consciousness is just a human invention?

The chemistry of couples is much like chemistry at the work bench. At the work bench, if the components are correctly chosen, the resulting compounds are likely to be more stable. Similarly with people, if a partner is carefully chosen, the resulting chemical bond between the two will more likely be more stable as opposed to selecting a partner at random.
If sex is added to the chemistry and enjoyed by both then stability in the relationship is even more likely to be guaranteed.

Life in the now, is gone tomorrow
The only way to know is die
Then to reveal its convenient lie.

Life in the now, is gone tomorrow The only way to know is die Then to reveal its convenient lie.

Fur fashion conjures a strange rapport between humans and beasts; humans pose frequently in fur while their furry cousins often pose for extinction.